Lynn Hall runs a small, successful employment agency. While he’s able to find great candidates for his clients, he can’t seem to get a good assistant for his own office. One day while Lynn’s trying to answer the phone, type one-handed, and pour coffee for a guest, Duncan Stern walks in and becomes the answer to his prayers.

Duncan has recently been laid-off and is desperate for a job. Taking a chance on another agency, he walks into the offices of Lynn Hall & Associates and Lynn hires him on the spot.

Sexual tension simmers between them but they’re hesitant to pursue it because Lynn’s the boss. When one fateful evening thrusts them into each other’s arms, they’re forced to acknowledge the very real attraction they feel toward one another.

Steamy nights and hot office liaisons lead to something more, but one lecherous client threatens their love and livelihood. Will Lynn lose his company and the man of his dreams?

EXCERPT:Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

Later that night, as they lay in bed after dessert and a half-finished game of monopoly which involved a lot of cheating, Duncan smiled to himself. Yes, his family was crazy, and Lynn fit right in. I wonder if he realizes it yet.

Turning onto his side and pulling Lynn back against his chest, Duncan nuzzled the soft skin of his neck and rubbed his nipples through the short, sheer negligee, something he decided was the hottest thing he'd ever seen when Lynn modeled it for him a few nights after they first started sleeping together.

"No, they won't. They sleep like the dead and snore really loud. Trust me, a freight train could come through here and they wouldn't even notice."

One of Duncan's hands slid down the smaller man's stomach to stop between his legs and cup his crotch.

Arching against him, Lynn said, "You're so bad. You know I can't resist you when you do that."

"Of course I do. That's why I do it." Pushing his hand up under the negligee, Duncan played with the pubic hair and fondled the balls, loving their weight in his hand.

"You know, I love it that you feel comfortable wearing whatever you like around me, no matter if it's panties, a jockstrap or nothing at all - it's just, you're happy with who you are and that's so hot."

"Glad you feel that way, but less talking, more stroking." Lynn took his hand and guided it to his cock.

Taking the hint, Duncan wrapped his fingers around his hardness, pumping hot and fierce, the burn getting the juices to flow. Using his thumb, he rubbed against the tip of Lynn's penis, driving him insane. Then suddenly, he pulled his hand away.

Grabbing hold of Duncan's wrist he cried out, "No, don't stop now. Where are you going?"

"It's okay, sweetie. I have something even better in mind."

Pushing Lynn onto his back, Duncan pressed his legs wide apart, dived in and made a meal of his lover's dick.

Crying out in joy, Lynn thrust against his face, his hands clenched tightly in the sheets. He pumped his hips frantically, again and again until he screamed his climax, body jerking upright, shuddering at the strength of it. Duncan swallowed every drop.

"Dear God," he panted, dropping back on the bed, breathing hard, exhausted.

"No, just Duncan," he smirked.

Trying to catch his breath, he said, "You sound just like your sisters. They get all their precocious behavior from you, you know."

Moving up the bed, Duncan grabbed his sated lover's legs and wrapped them around his waist.

"I know that, but they don't need to know. Keeps them on their toes."

Balancing his hands on the bed beside his head, Duncan pushed against Lynn's hole, hard, until he breached the opening. Lynn, completely relaxed, opened up and let him in, all the way to the root.

"You always feel so good, so tight. Fuck!" Duncan could feel the man's walls clenching and releasing, working to accept his length, massaging his dick and heightening the experience.

"Sorry, babe. I gotta move. Hold on." Putting Lynn's hands on his shoulders, Duncan proceeded to hammer into him, setting a punishing pace. He held nothing back and in too short a time came with a shout that echoed off the walls, jism coating his lover's inner walls. Catching himself on his hands, he pulled out and rolled onto his back, eyes closed, heart pounding.

"Jesus. What the hell was that?" he asked.

"I don't know," Lynn purred, "but can we do it again?" He rolled over and threw one leg over Duncan's, playing with his nipples and stroking his abs.

Giving a tired chuckle, Duncan replied. "I told you you'd be the death of me one day. Slow your roll, honey. It takes a man time to recover." Rubbing his back, he pulled Lynn closer to his side and kissed the top of his head.